After the incident in the restroom, I started using the Nurse's restroom all the time, without exception. I didn't want to take any more chances of the BBs discovering me. If it weren't for the Yard Duty coming and breaking that up, I shudder to think what could have happened to me... The Nurse was OK with this, as she already knew all about my "little secret" from the previous week's zipper incident.

The only thing that made me uncomfortable about the Nurse's restroom was that there was no lock on the door. The Nurse never bothered me while I was in there, so it wasn't a big deal. She said the reason there was no lock was in case someone got sick or became unconscious. There was also a red button next to the toilet, which could be pressed if one needed assistance while in there.

Several days went by without incident. But one day while I was there in the Nurse's restroom, the door suddenly opened partway. I quickly covered myself with a magazine from the magazine rack. A moment later, I saw the person who was opening the door... It was Jessica, the really cute slightly older girl I had seen naked several weeks ago, the day before Wendy had used the toolset on me. She took a quick glance at me, then turned away and said "Sorry" and started to close the door.

Then an instant later she stopped closing the door and looked back at me.

"You can come in if you want", I said, without even thinking about the possible implications of this. I just wanted to see her again... I had not forgotten (and would not ever forget) my first encounter with her. I was hoping to somehow repeat the experience, to feel that same sense of wonder, excitement, and gratification like I did the first time.

Jessica walked in and closed the door behind her.

I couldn't believe she actually came in and stayed! She was wearing a yellow sun-dress, and seemed even more cute that when I saw her before. Looking at her, I was in heaven, hopelessly in love... At least as much as someone my age could be.

"Is it true? Are you really one of the girl-boys?", she asked.

I couldn't answer. I couldn't react. I was like a deer in the headlights, totally absorbed in her beauty and in my feelings for her. I was speechless for several seconds. But finally, I found my voice and my presence of mind.

"Yes...", I said timidly, as I removed the magazine that was covering my groin. I pushed my hips forward a bit, leaned back, and spread my legs open wide so she could clearly see my vulva. I couldn't help but smile a bit. Just like on the playground when those kids were looking up my shorts, it felt good to show someone else, and know they were looking. Especially someone like Jessica, who I was in love with. The timidness and speechlessness I was feeling had faded, and was replaced by a certain boldness and pride.

"See, no more weenie!", I exclaimed proudly, happily showing off my vulva, "It's just like yours! Pretty neat, huh?"

She started to teared up. Which totally surprised me.

"What is wrong, Jessica?", I asked, my pride rapidly deflating.

"Its just that... Well I was hoping that... Maybe when we grew up we could be married!", she said.

"We could still get married", I blurted out, not really knowing what to say.

"Girls can't marry girls, silly!", Jessica said, cheering up just a little, slightly laughing, but still sad.

"Why did you come in here?", I asked.

"Because you asked me to", Jessica said.

"No, before that!", I said.

"I am the nurse's assistant during recess", Jessica said, "and I had to go, and didn't know you were here already."

"Can I see you again?", I asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Jessica.

"You know... Pull your pants down.", I said.

"Why?", Jessica asked, "You're the same as me now."

I didn't know how to answer that. I just thought she was really cute and wanted to see her naked again. I didn't know why. I was trying to think of something to say, but nothing came.

"Please? Just one more time?", I asked.

"Well, OK", said Jessica, "but don't ever ask me again."

She reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. Then she held up her dress with both hands, and spread her legs apart so I could see her vulva. It looked just like it did before. A beautiful sight. I felt a little bit of a tingle between my legs. But just a little. It felt kind of good, but it just didn't thrill me the way it did the first time I saw her, when I still had my penis, when I was still a boy...

Jessica stood there like that for several seconds. I looked at her vulva, then at mine, then at hers again. We really did look alike down there. I sat there staring at Jessica's vulva, thinking about just how amazing it was that between my legs I looked exactly like her. Like someone who was actually born a girl... Not just any girl, but a really cute one like Jessica. I looked up at Jessica's face, and noticed a subtle smile. She must enjoy having someone look at her when she's naked too.

"I should leave now", said Jessica as she pulled her panties back up and put her dress back down, "Goodbye."

"If I still had my weenie, I would marry you right now.", I said.

Jessica smiled as she turned and went out the door.

I finished my business and exited the restroom. Jessica was sitting in the nurses chair, alone, the nurse was not in the room. She got up and headed towards the restroom. I was tempted to follow her in there. But I didn't.

I left the nurse's office, thinking about the last thing I had said, about marrying Jessica. While it was true, I was mainly saying it just to be nice to Jessica. It was really a moot point. I didn't have a penis and wasn't a boy anymore. She was right we could not get married, because now I was going to grow up and be a mommy instead of a daddy. I thought about that for a while, how I would be like my mom someday, and it kind of felt strange. But soon I stopped thinking about it. That was way off in the future. For right now, I simply had a coochie instead of a weenie between my legs, and I was happy about it, and that was all that mattered.

CHAPTER 46: Restroom Revelations

Later that day, towards the beginning of Lunch, I had to go again. I headed up to the Nurse's office and found a whole line of kids in there. I wasn't sure if they were all waiting to use the restroom, or had other business. But I had to go so bad that I couldn't wait around to find out. I decided to take my chances in the normal student restroom...

I rushed over there. Fortunately there was no one else in the restroom. I made my way into one of the stalls, closed the door, and took my pants off being very careful not to pull my panties down too far. I kept them just below my knees, and hoped that this was far up enough that someone outside the door would not be able to see them by looking under the stall wall. I sat down and started to do my business, hoping the whole time that I could finish and get out of there before someone else came in.

For a few moments I wished I still had my penis. How much easier it would be if I could still stand to pee... But then a few seconds later I told myself, "No. I'm a girl now. Girls don't have weenies and they sit when they pee." I looked down and watched as the pee flowed out of my slit. I kind of smiled thinking about how, not too long ago when I was still a boy, I couldn't even imagine the way girls could pee without having a penis. How it seemed to be almost sort of a miracle. And now, here I was, peeing without a penis!! I had been experiencing that so-called "miracle" a couple times a day for the past several weeks.

Just as I was finishing up, someone else came in. I froze, hoping it wasn't one of the BBs. The other person outside the stall door froze also... Oh no they had noticed me!! I felt myself starting getting nervous and starting to shake a little as memories of the incident with the BBs flooded my mind. I hoped and prayed that the other person would leave me alone or go away.

Time seemed to go on for an eternity... Then to my great fear, the other person started to walk again. Straight towards me! Quickly, furiously, I wiped myself, got up, and pulled up my pants. I was getting ready to open the stall door and run right past them. Get out of there fast, before they could do anything to me...

But then to my great relief, the person out there walked into the stall next to mine, and proceeded to sit down and do their business. I breathed a few great sighs of relief as my pounding heart came back to normal, and the fear and panic I had been feeling began to subside. I stood there for a few seconds, eyes closed, continuing to calm myself down.

Several seconds later after I had fully regained my composure, I was getting ready to open the stall door and leave... When I noticed something peculiar. The person in the stall next to me was wearing panties too!! Pink ones. At least mine were white, so it would be hard to tell that they were girls panties instead of boys underwear unless you looked hard. But this fella's panties were PINK. No way you could mistake them for boys underwear. Anyone would be able to tell at glance that those were girls panties. I had to find out who this person was. Did a girl wander in here by mistake? Was there another one of us "coochie boys" who was wearing panties now? Was there maybe some boy who wore panties?

I went to wash my hands, and took an extra long time to finish. But the pink-pantied person in the stall still didn't come out. I waited around a little longer. I went over to one of the urinals and pretended like I was taking a piss, then flushed, and washed my hands again... Finally the person finished and came out of the stall.

It was Aaron. I really hardly knew him. He was just another kid in the class. But I did know for sure that he was one of the coochie boys. Shelly told me she had used one of Wendy's magic toolsets on him. Also I had overheard Andy's mom talking to Aaron's mom about the whole situation. Aaron walked out of the stall, took a quick glance at me, then continued to walk over towards the sink.

"Pink panties, huh?", I said.

Aaron froze.

"I saw them under the stall.", I continued.

Aaron had become visibly embarrassed He had started to turn red and looked a little upset.

"Hey no fears man, I wear them too.", I said as I unzipped the front of my pants and pulled them down a little so Aaron could see my panties.

Aaron eased up a bit, and said, "Yeah. Panties. My mom said I should wear them because they are better for a coochie than underwear is. You?"

"My mom told me the same thing," I answered. Not entirely true, but I didn't know Aaron very well and didn't feel the need to provide details.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"You know what?", Aaron asked.

"What?", I replied.

"Don't tell anyone else, but... I mean I'm not really trying to actually be a girl, but... I actually LIKE wearing these panties better than wearing my own underwear.", Aaron said.

Hearing him say that made me at ease and now I felt comfortable being more truthful with him. I told him, "Same for me. I like them. The panties felt so much better than my boy's underwear did, that once I put them on there was no going back."

"Yeah me too. I don't think I will ever wear boy's underwear again.", Aaron said.

"Me neither.", I replied.

There was another short pause, then I asked, "Do any of the others wear panties?"

Aaron smiled, almost laughed, and said, "Well... I know Peter wears white ones. But he hates them. He only wears them because his mom makes him. He always says he is not a girl, he is really a boy, and that his weenie will grow back any day now. John wears blue ones. His mom says they are 'special underpants for boys with coochies'. But John thinks that is a total load... He doesn't like the panties, and thinks they make him look like a girl. He keeps saying he is really a boy, just like Peter. I don't know about anyone else wearing panties... Except Chris and you."

"So why are yours pink, man? How about blue or white? Pink is so... Girlish.", I said.

Aaron got serious again and said, "Have you looked between my legs lately? My weenie is all gone, man. Nothing left except a little coochie-slit like my sister.", he paused for a few moments, then continued speaking, "I'm a girl, man... A GIRL... Why fight it?"

"Well if you are such a girl, then why aren't you wearing girl's clothes?", I asked.

Our conversation was cut short, though. Just as Aaron was about to answer, some kids from other classes walked into the restroom. One of them was none other than Paul of the BB gang. We both stopped talking immediately and started to head towards the door. Anyone with any sense knew to get out of there if they saw a BB. Because where there was one BB, the other BBs would surely follow, and wherever the BBs were, there would be trouble. Paul glared menacingly at me as I walked past.

"What was that about?", asked Aaron as we walked back towards the playground.

"Don't know, man", I answered.

"Well you better watch your back!!", Aaron said, as we parted ways.

As lunch went on, I noticed Paul going into the restroom a couple more times. He would go in, then come out a few seconds later. He kept doing this every few minutes. I thought that was kind of odd, so I began to pay more attention to him. Towards the end of Lunch, I saw Paul go into the restroom again. Then a few seconds later he came out, just as before. Only this time, he went and got Shane, then the two of them went into the restroom together.

I knew it wasn't exactly the best idea, but my curiosity got the better of me... I walked up to the restroom, and I stood in the doorway. I just HAD to know what was happening with Shane now that the BBs knew he was really a girl! I could hear a conversation, but couldn't make out the words. So I cautiously walked in, ready to quickly turn and leave if either Shane or Paul made any moves... But no fears there. They didn't even notice me. They were both together in the same stall with the door closed. Their pants were down, I could see them on the floor around their ankles beneath the walls of the stall. I discovered both of them wore underwear (I had been curious if Shane was wearing panties too, since he was also a girl now... He wasn't). I stood there, still and quiet, listening to them.

Paul said, "No way, Shane! Them taking your weenie off was the best thing that ever happened to you. I like you so much better with no weenie down there."

"Well, I don't like it very much!", Shane said kind of angrily.

"But you said when you play with it, it feels much better than your weenie did.", Paul replied.

"Yeah, it does.", Shane said.

At the same time Shane was saying this, Paul had moved a little in front of him.

"But I...", Shane stopped mid-sentence as Paul moved in closer. Then I heard sudden sigh mixed with a gasp, presumably from Shane, followed by a few moments of silence.

"See?", Paul said, "Much better that a weenie, isn't it?"

There was more silence, then Shane whispered, "Keep going...".

Those two started to move around a lot, and both Paul and Shane -- especially Shane -- started making lots of unusual noises: grunts, moans, sighs, "oh yeahs", and stuff. I didn't know for sure what they were doing, because I could only see through the crack in the door. I was pretty sure they were playing with eachother's privates, but not sure of exactly what they were doing down there. I was very curious, and cautiously walked further into the restroom, closer to the stall-door where they were.

Suddenly, they stopped. I froze. I suspected they might have noticed me.

Then I heard Shane say, "You'd leave if you knew what's good for you, twerp!". But his voice sounded just a little higher than it used to be. Shane no longer sounded like the tough boy he had always been. He almost sounded a bit more like a little kid or something. But I knew for sure it was Shane by the accent and the inflection.

"And don't you tell no one, or you're dead! We'll make you hurt!! Real bad!!! Now get out!", Paul said. Paul sounded the same as he always had. Tough and confident.

Yep, they had noticed me... I wasn't going to hang around to find out what they might do next. I made a hasty retreat, and left the restroom. I quickly walked back towards the playground, and kept looking over my shoulder to see if I was being followed. I wasn't. I took a risk and stopped, looking back towards the restroom to see what would happen next.

A minute or two later, the end of lunch bell rang. Shane and Paul casually walked out of the restroom, as if nothing had happened. They continued walking right past me on the way to their classroom. I got a good look at Shane as he passed by, and noticed something different about him...

His face. Shane's face now looked a whole lot less like a boy, and a whole lot more like a girl. I don't know exactly how to explain it. The shape of his face had become more smooth, more rounded, the skin more "creamy" and softer-looking. Definitely girlish. The rest of his body was still boyish. A little fatter that before, but still definitely boyish. It looked kind of funny to see such an obviously girlish face on a boyish body.

CHAPTER 47: Shane's new role

The next day, during Lunchtime, I noticed Shane, Paul, and Damien heading back around the side of the school, towards the bushes and hedges along the edge of the property, where the two clearings were. No students were supposed to go over there. But the School had been short on Yard Duties for the past couple days and those who were still working seemed pretty lax, especially when it came to the BBs. I don't even think they noticed Shane, Paul, and Damien going where they weren't supposed to go. Or if they did notice, they simply didn't care.

I waited a few minutes, then carefully made my way over there. I got the attention of one of the Yard Duties for a few moments, but she didn't do anything to try to stop me. As I approached, I could hear the BBs. They were in the larger and more secluded clearing, where Wendy used the toolset on Andy. I was able to make my way down the side-path, the same place where Chris and I had spied on Wendy and Andy. Just like before, I was able to get a pretty good view of the goings-on in the clearing.

All three of the BBs had their pants down. Shane was on the ground laying on his back, legs spread, with Paul on top of him. Those two were going at it, like rabbits in the middle of mating season... Although at the time I had no concept of this. I just knew that Paul was “pushing his weenie in and out of Shane's coochie”, and I found that kind of odd. Actually more than just odd -- I couldn't believe Shane would actually allow Paul to do that. I thought Wendy said it hurt really bad when her Dad did that to her. But then again, when I put my finger and that red crayon in my own coochie felt kind of neat. So maybe having a weenie in there would be kind of neat too. Both Paul and Shane seemed to be really enjoying it, especially Shane. They were both making the same type of funny noises I had heard in the bathroom stall the previous day.

Damien was standing there proudly, watching the two and really enjoying the show. His giant erection was sticking straight out, bobbing obscenely.

"Man, I wished I had one of Wendy's toolsets.", I thought to myself, "I would love to take that giant weenie off of Damien and turn him into a girl."

I imagined Damien standing, tall and proud, just like he was now, with the same haughty grin, acting like such a tough-guy. But with a smooth little girl-slit between his legs instead of that big penis... Then I thought about Damien, still with a vulva between his legs, laying on the ground making funny noises with Paul on top of him. Just like Shane was now. The thoughts were comical! I almost bursted out laughing. But I caught myself just in time. I had to stay quiet or they would know I was spying on them, and I would probably get beaten up. Or worse.

As I watched, Paul and Shane got more and more into it, moving a little faster and getting a little louder. Damien just kept watching, and started to play with himself a little. Soon he started to get a little restless.

"OK, Paul, lemmie has my turn!", Damien said.

"Just... a... little... more...", Paul said between thrusts and breaths.

Suddenly Shane started making several higher-pitched gasps and one-syllable nonsense words. He sounded so... So absolutely GIRLISH... It was really funny. I couldn't believe those noises were coming from big, tough, Shane. The leader of the BBs, the terror of the playground. By the sound of it, Shane had become more of a girl than even Chris had! More than even those who had been born as girls. He sounded positively feminine. No boy would, or even could, ever make noises like that. I could hardly call Shane Him or He anymore, he was totally, undeniably, a SHE...

A few moments later, Paul's tone also changed, "Awww yeah!! YEAH! Ahhh-MMMMMM!!" Paul exclaimed loudly as he made one strong final thrust into Shane and then held still for quite some time. Several seconds at least. Finally, Paul slowly got up off of Shane. He seemed like he was suddenly very tired or something. His penis was all wet, and it was a lot smaller, no longer erect. Paul pulled a tissue out of his pocket, wiped off his penis, pulled up his pants, and sat down a few feet away from Shane, next to some bushes.

Shane just laid there, eyes closed, with sort of a weak smile on HER face, legs were spread obscenely. The open lips of Shane's vulva were open, displaying her vagina. It looked almost like a little dark cave between her legs. There was no trace of Shane's former boy-parts. Nothing even remotely resembling a penis or scrotum. Just like me, Shane was totally female between the legs. No one could ever have guessed that Shane was born a boy, and had been male up until only a few weeks ago.

While both Shane and Paul were tired and subdued, Damien on the other hand was almost hyper. He was breathing heavily, and ready for action. His monstrous erect penis seemed even bigger than before.

"Come on, Shane, turn'round!", Damien said.

Somewhat slowly, Shane rolled over and got up on all fours, just like a dog.

"Oooh yeah, dat nice! Dat real nice!", Damien exclaimed, as he moved up close to Shane, his penis now just inches from Shane's vagina. Shane had his head turned back and was watching Damien.

"Yeah", Damien said, "You want dis, huh?"

Shane wasn't playing along, "Just go, Damien, come on...", she whined, still sounding as girlish as ever. That voice just totally didn't sound like the Shane I knew at all.

"Ya, you really want dis, huh?", Damien said.

Shane half-heartedly gave in, "Yeah, Damien, I want it...", she sighed.

Damien smiled, started to slide his penis in and out. In no time Shane was starting to make those funny noises again.

Damien slowed way down and said loudly, "Aww yeah! Yeah!!! Shane, you my bitch!"

Shane got an angry look and snapped back, "Quit calling me your bitch!" Now that voice sounded more like the Shane I've always knew. Still a little too high-pitched, but not the whining and sighing I had heard only moments before.

Damien just laughed a little, started to move a little more quickly. A few moments later he said between heavy breaths and thrusts, "Oh yeah... You... is... my... bitch!"

Shane tried to respond but was overwhelmed by the feelings she was experiencing as her girl-slit was repeatedly stuffed full and emptied by Damien. "Stop... call...iiiing... meeeeee........ biiiihhhh...." Shane said, the last syllable trailing off into un-intelligible gibberish as Shane closed her eyes, totally lost in pleasure, making all those funny high-pitched noises again.

I had seen enough. As I walked away, I heard Damien shout out one more time, "Awww yeah!! Shane, you my bitch! YOU MY BITCH!!!".

Shane replied only with more funny high-pitched un-intelligible gibberish, "nnnnga! mmmmm! Ahhhh! Oh yeah, oh yeah. mmmmm! ga! ya! nga! ah!". The sound of Shane's voice reminded me of a hyper Jr. High teenaged girl. He sounded nothing like the almost-teen boy he once was. I couldn't help but smile, and almost laugh. It was just so funny to hear the formerly big tough "alpha male" Shane making all those girlish sounds.

At the same time, though, I couldn't help but wonder if something like that was going to happen to me someday... Because I was also a boy who had his penis removed and was now a girl. Just like Shane. I kept thinking about this off and on for the rest of the day.

That evening, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was there standing in the clearing like Damien was, and I had a big erect penis like Damien did. Shane was there on the ground with his legs spread. I was about to get on top of him and stick my weenie into his coochie, just like Paul. Then I stopped and turned around, and all of the sudden there was Wendy, naked. Only she was a boy between her legs. Not only that, but she had MY PENIS there. I looked down and suddenly I was girl between the legs again.

Wendy smiled and said, "You're my coochie boy" and walked right up to me. I felt the tip of her weenie touching my coochie. I felt her press it in... Then I woke up, in a cold sweat, with a very warm, wet, coochie, and feeling horny. I played with myself for a few minutes, but I was so tired I fell back to sleep before I got too far.

CHAPTER 48: Aaron Exposed

Nothing else out of the ordinary happened until that Thursday at Lunch...

There was a wide sidewalk that lead from each of the classrooms, around the side of the building, and to the Lunch Area. Every day, at the beginning of Lunch, everyone in the school would walk this wide sidewalk to their tables in the common Lunch Area. There was a fence that along one place towards the end of the Sidewalk, where it made a 90-degree turn into the Lunch Area.

The lunch bell rang and we all walked out of class down this sidewalk towards the Lunch Area, as usual... But on this day, the line of kids was moving exceptionally slow, and I could hear a lot of noise and commotion from up ahead where that 90-degree turn was. I wondered what was going on... Once I finally got close enough, to where I could see 90-degree turn, I immediately discovered the reason for the disturbance.

Aaron was tied to the fence, spread-eagle, completely naked, and gagged. The word "GIRL" was written across his forehead, and also in large letters across his chest. Arrows had been drawn on his stomach and legs, all pointing to his groin. A thick black circle was drawn around his groin, making the vulva between his legs even more noticeable. "No Weenie" was written just above the circle. Because his legs were spread apart so far, his girl-slit was open, revealing its red interior. Showing that, indeed, there was no weenie down there at all, not even a small one. No boy-parts of any sort. Just a coochie. A coochie like any other GIRL would have. Aaron had his eyes closed, and seemed to be in tears.

Any kid who walked by would most certainly have saw him -- he was impossible to miss. Some of the kids had stopped to jeer, many had just taken a good look and moved on. One boy (I didn't know him) who was just a few places ahead of me in line, had stopped and taken off his shirt and was starting cover Aaron's groin up with it. But by then probably more than half the school had already seen Aaron.

A few moments later when my place in line was next to Aaron and the shirtless boy, the yard duties and office staff had just arrived and were starting to cut Aaron down. One of them had brought a large jacket and covered him up completely. After the adults got Aaron down, they took him into the office.

I started to follow them, but was immediately scolded.

Aaron told the adult who scolded me that it was OK.

In the office, the adults asked Aaron who did this and did he know where they took his clothes. He answered the BBs did it, and they took his clothes around the back of the building. After hearing these answers, most of the adults left. Only the Nurse, Aaron, and I were left in the room.

The Nurse asked, "Do you know what they wrote on you with?"

Aaron answered, "An oil pencil and some felt-tipped pens."

The Nurse replied, "Hmmm. Soap and water will probably take that off. Unfortunately, we don't have a shower here at the school. But I will see if I can find something to remove the writing."

The Nurse walked out, leaving Aaron and I alone in the room for a few minutes.

"What are you going to do now?", I asked him

Aaron was quiet for several seconds. Then said, "I will come in tomorrow dressed like a girl. Just like Chris."

"Why?", I asked

Aaron became slightly upset, "What do you mean why? Everyone knows I am a girl now. I might as well start dressing like one. There's no point pretending anymore."

"But the other day you said you were a coochie boy, not a girl", I replied.

Aaron sighed, then said somewhat loudly, "There's no such thing as a coochie boy!!! I'm a GIRL, and you are too. So is everyone else in our class. We are girls, man, GIRLS. Girls girls girls, GIRLS!"

Aaron paused for a moment, then said more quietly, "Its like my mom says, 'You are a girl now, so why fight it?' So I'm not going to fight it anymore. Starting tomorrow I'm a girl. One hundred percent. Just like Chris."

The Nurse came back and told me I could go back to Lunch. I would much rather have stayed there, but from the tone in her voice, I got the idea that staying wasn't an option.

As I was leaving, I heard the Nurse say to Aaron, "There's an industrial sink in the Janitor's room. Its not exactly a shower, but it will do. Come with me, we'll get those markings off of you."

Seemed to me like the Nurse was just a little too eager to help Aaron wash the markings off. Much like her eagerness to help me un-stick my jammed zipper... I couldn't help but wonder if she liked getting a good close look at us naked. I didn't know if that was simply because we used to be boys, or if she just liked seeing naked girls. I wondered if she behaved this way with the others who actually were born as girls...

During the remainder of Lunch everyone was a-buzz about "that girl-boy on the fence". Judy, Shellie, and Annie were taking great enjoyment in pointing out me and the other former boys in my class as "girls just like Aaron" to anyone who would listen to them. Most of the older students just ignored them. I also noticed something else -- the BBs were nowhere to be found. Usually they would be roaming around the playground pestering other students. I was happy not to see them!

The following day, true to his word, Aaron came in dressed as a girl. He was wearing a pink shirt with small ruffles around the ends of the sleeve, and a pair of lavender overalls, and a pair of pink tennis shoes with a small rabbit decal on them. It didn't cause too much of a stir in the class. After what happened the previous day, no one was surprised at the way Aaron dressed. We were all surprised that he wasn't absent today, though.

That afternoon, we had our usual Show-and-Tell. Aaron went up to the front of the class and shared... himself!

"I used to be a boy named Aaron.", he said, "Well, now I am a girl. My name is still Aaron, but you have to spell it with an E now. Erin."

He then spoke out the letters and wrote them on board, "E-R-I-N".

He turned back to face the class and continued speaking, "Not A-A-R-O-N. E-R-I-N. And from now on you have to call me 'SHE' and 'HER', not 'HE' and 'HIM'."

Erin paused for a moment to let this sink in, then she continued speaking, "I'm a girl now. A GIRL. Not a boy! I'm going to be mad at you if you forget this!"

Erin then went back to her seat. As she passed Chris's desk, Chris gave her the high-five. During the short remainder of that day, a few kids had already started to refer to Erin in the feminine, just like she wanted.

Soon the end-of-school bell rang, and we all headed out to the front of the school.

As we were walking, I pulled Erin aside and said, "Wow I'm impressed, man, you really did it!"

She just smiled at me and said, "It's your turn next!", then turned away to go be with her friends.

Not too far away, I noticed Jimmy, Annie, and Lisa talking again, and just like last time, Jimmy was getting kind of animated. I wondered what that was all about. I walked over to them and started listening.

Annie said, "...Girls are better, anyway. Why would anyone ever want to be a boy?"

Then Annie turned to me and said, "What about you? Are you going to get all mad and turn mean like Jimmy?"

I wasn't sure where this conversation had been before I arrived, and thus not sure how, or if, I should even answer. But I decided to throw caution to the wind and just answer honestly. So I said, "NO".

Annie turned back to Jimmy and said, "See? He's not mad about it either! No one else is, why should you be?"

Just then, Jimmy's parents showed up and he began to gather his things and walk away.

Lisa called out, "Bye Jimmy, have a really good weekend!"

Both girls turned towards me. At the same time Shelly and Judy came walking up. I didn't even see where they came from. I guess they must have seen the conversation and wanted to be part of it, just like I had. We all looked at eachother in silence for a second or two. Four on one... I really wished another boy, or coochie boy, was there with me. But I didn't have much time to ponder this, as the silence was quickly broken.

Annie said, "I think you should become a girl like Chris and Erin."

Lisa chimed in, "Yeah, you act more like a girl than a boy, and play with girls more than boys."

Judy said, "And you don't have a weenie anymore, so you aren't even a boy anyway!"

Shelly said, "Yeah, no weenie, not a boy!!! You got a coochie. So you are a girl just like us!"

Annie said, "See? We all agree you're a girl. What do you think?"

I was hopelessly outnumbered and being attacked on all sides. I had no defense against what they were saying. Every word they spoke was true. I didn't have a weenie anymore. I did have a coochie down there. I did act more like a girl than a boy. I did hang out mainly with girls. I thought about the panties I was wearing, and it only added to their psychological attack.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You're right. I am a girl. I'm not a boy anymore."

Somehow, hearing myself say it just cut right through me. I had thought it before. I had told myself I was a girl and believed it. But I never actually said it, at least not in public among my peers. Now I had. I admitted it, no proclaimed it, out loud in front of them. As I said those words I felt cold. A wave of awe passed through me. I felt kind of shaky all over, and felt that familiar tingle between my legs.

The girls all looked very surprised. I guess they were expecting more of a fight.

"Not even a coochie boy?", asked Judy somewhat sarcastically.

Oh, what the hell. The cat was already out of the bag... "Nope, not even a coochie boy. I am girl now, just like you.", I said.

The girls looked at eachother and laughed.

"Then on Monday you better come in wearing a dress!", Annie said.

"And no more Boy's Bathroom!", Shelly exclaimed, "Girls aren't allowed in there!"

"And we are all going to start calling you she and her, just like Erin.", Lisa added.

Judy pointed at me and said, "What about your weenie? I'm gonna tell Wendy to give it to someone else!!"

"What weenie?", I replied. I couldn't believe I actually said that. I just kind of said it in the heat of the moment, without thinking, trying to verbally retaliate.

There was a stunned silence among the girls. All four of them had a look of complete surprise on their faces.

Shelly said, "Oh wow he really-really-really is a girl now!!"

All four of them looked at eachother and laughed.

Just then my parents arrived to pick me up. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked away. I was glad to get away from those four. I kept thinking about the end of that conversation over and over again during the drive home. I really did consider myself a girl now, so that wasn't the issue. But my penis... Even though I didn't consider myself a boy anymore, I still thought of it as my property, and I still wanted it back. And the other point they brought up about wearing girls clothes... Even though I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to do it, I knew that sometime, soon, I was going to have go farther than just wearing panties and nightshirts. Sometime I was going to have to go "all the way" like Erin and Chris...

CHAPTER 49: No Family Secrets.

That evening, my Dad took me out to look at costumes. Halloween was the next weekend, and I had to find a costume to wear so I could go out trick-or-treating. I looked at a couple, but nothing really caught my fancy. My dad told me it was no problem we could look again later in the week. We left the store and headed back home...

To my surprise, when I got home, I walked in to find my Mom talking to my Aunt. Which could only mean that my cousin was there! My cousin's name was Ian. He lived in another city, a little over 3 hour's drive away from us. So we didn't get to see eachother often. But even though we didn't see eachother much, the two of us were very good friends. We were close in age, he was only 7 months younger than me. We both had very similar interests. When we were together we'd always do fun things, and often get into mischief. It was always a good time having him around.

Sure enough, I found Ian there in our living room watching TV. He greeted me and asked if we could go into my bedroom.

"Sure", I replied, not knowing for sure what he had in mind.

As soon as we got in there, he closed the door and said, "So... Are you really a... you know... a girl now?"

Wow, straight and to the point. Not what I expected. I knew my cousin well, and knew exactly where this would lead. I didn't feel like getting naked in front of him, so I answered, "NO".

"Well, my mom says you are.", he said.

"Then she is lying", I replied.

There was a long pause. Then he shell-shocked me.

"Well, I know you are...", he taunted, "Because I saw pictures in my Dad's secret magazines. Pictures of you and some cute Mexican girl naked on the beach!!"

"She wasn't Mexican, she was...", I immediately stopped, aware of the huge blunder I had just made.

"So is it true!! You really are a girl now!", he said excitedly.

There was no way out, I might as well admit it to him. Reluctantly, I answered, "Yes".

I knew it was eventually going to end up with me dropping my pants in front of him so he could have a look and maybe a feel... If it was any other day, I probably would have just done this, and probably even enjoyed it. But right now I just wasn't in the mood. Also, for some reason I can't explain, I just didn't want Ian to know...

"Wow!", my cousin exclaimed, "I mean... How did they do it? What happened to your weenie?"

I told him, briefly, about Wendy and the magic toolset. How she took off my penis, and had me chose other penises which she put on me. How in the end I was left without a penis for too long of a time, and that caused me to turn completely into a girl down there. He listen intently as I told the story. Then we both sat in silence for several seconds.

"Did it hurt when she took your weenie off?", Ian asked.

"Not really. It sort of itched a little. But it felt kind of good.", I answered.

"How about when you turned into a girl?", he asked.

I told him, "That was kind of strange, it felt like electricity, and sucking, and stretching, and gas like when you have to fart, all at the same time. But at the same time it also felt very good. It was kind of nice."

We were both quiet for a few seconds.

Then my cousin said, excitedly, "So... You wanna play doctor?"

There it was. The question I knew was coming. "No, lets do something else.", I said, in a last vain effort to stop the inevitable.

He begged, "Come on, you used to always want me to play doctor with you, and I always did... Now when I want you to, you won't. Thats not fair."

"That was a long time ago.", I replied, "and besides that, its different now..."

"But I want to see!", my cousin said, "I've never seen a girl naked before. Please?"

"What about the pictures?", I asked.

"I mean I've never seen a girl naked in real life.", he said, "Come on, please? You know it will be fun. It always is. Please?"

I decided to just give in. He was right it probably would be fun. Besides that, Ian was extremely persistent and would bother me about it for the rest of my life until I gave it. So I decided to just get it overwith.

I told him, "Well, OK. But only if you take off your clothes too. And we better make sure the door is locked! Last time we got into a whole lot of trouble, it would probably be worse now since I am a girl!"

We both began to undress. As soon as I dropped my pants, and my panties came into view, Ian started laughing.

"Panties?", he giggled, "GIRLS panties?"

"Well what did you expect?", I retorted, "I'm a girl now, remember?"

Ian just starred at my panties, and then at me, then at my panties again, and couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He was really enjoying the fact that I was wearing panties. I couldn't see what the big deal was.

"Well, go on, pull down your underwear", I said.

"You first", he said.

"No you first", I replied automatically, without thinking.

"No, you. I'm not pulling mine down till you pull yours down.", he said.

Oh, why were we even having this stupid argument? "How about this", I said, "You put your hands on my panties and I'll put my hands on your underwear, and we can pull them both down at the same time."

"Cool.", he said, "Neat idea!"

With both hands in place, I did a quick 3-count. "OK, on three, ready?", I said, "1... 2... 3...". Then down went our undergarments.

We both stood there completely nude in front of eachother for a few seconds. He couldn't keep his eyes off of my groin, and strangely, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his. Even though I used to be a boy and used to look just like him down there, it had been a long, long time since I had seen a boy my age naked and up close like this.

But what surprised me even more was that his groin actually seemed kind of strange to me! His boy-parts looked odd, and out of place. There was nothing wrong with them. It was just that I had been a girl for so long, and had gotten used to the way that looked, so now seeing a boy naked was out of the ordinary. It was a very surreal moment "I must really be turning completely into a girl", I thought to myself.

My cousin was still just standing there, starring between my legs.

"Pretty neat, huh?", I asked.

He snapped out of his thoughts, and answered "It's really weird. It is so... I mean, it's all flat... And... There's nothing there. Well, except for a slit... It looks so much more strange in real life. But its kind of cool. I like it."

He paused for a few seconds, then looked up at me. "Does it hurt?", he asked.

I kinda laughed, "No"

Ian asked, "Do you like being a girl down there?"

I replied, "Yeah, I like it a lot."

He asked, "But don't you miss having a weenie?"

I replied, "I did at first. But not anymore. I like my coochie better."

Ian asked, "How do you pee?"

I answered, "Not much different than a boy. You just let it go and kind of push it a little, and it comes out of the slit. I have to sit all the time when I pee now, though, and that kind of sucks."

There was another several second pause.

Ian asked, "What does it feel like?"

I replied, "You can touch it if you want, go ahead"

He said, "No I mean what does it feel like for you?"

I answered, "I don't know, it just feels normal. At first I kept thinking about how I had a coochie all the time, but after awhile I just got used to it. Most of the time now I don't even think about it until I take my clothes off."

He asked, "So everything feels the same as when you were a boy?"

"Well, it feels a little different when I pee. Also different when I take a bath or go swimming. Oh, and feels a whole lot better when I play with it.", I replied. As I thought about playing with myself, I caught myself looking at Ian's groin, and at his erect penis there. I wanted to play with it. Very very much.

Ian noticed I was staring at him. "Do you want to play with mine?", he asked.

"Ah... Yeah", I said, partly in a daze. I don't know what was coming over me. I just wanted to hold a penis again in my hands. That would feel so good. I wanted it more than almost anything... I quickly reached out and grabbed hold of his penis, making a fist around it.

"OH!", Ian exclaimed, both shocked and surprised by my sudden action, "that feels kinda good."

"It feels good for me too.", I distantly replied.

It felt abnormally good. I hadn't touched any penises since Wendy took mine off. It felt so good, so wonderful, so nice, to have a real, warm, live penis in my hand again. But it also felt so different, so strange, so foreign even. I couldn't believe I was actually thinking this -- just a couple months ago, I had a penis like this between my legs, and could hold it anytime I wanted. Why was it so much nicer to hold one now?

I closed my eyes, and for a few moments I imagined having a penis between my legs again, that it was my own penis I was holding. I started to fist-pump the penis, slowly. Still imagining it was mine. I could feel that neat little tingle, and a slight sensation of pleasure, building up in my slit as I continued to play with Ian's penis. He moaned a little.

I opened my eyes and saw that his eyes were almost closed. I kept playing with his penis. The pleasure I was feeling got a little more intense. At the same time, I felt another feeling rising up in me. Something that totally surprised me...

I wanted Ian's penis.

I mean I wanted it for myself, as in taking it off, taking it away from Ian, and then running away with it so I could keep it for myself. I imagined myself in my bedroom, with Ian's penis in my hand. I imagined keeping in my dresser-drawer with my panties, so I could get it out whenever I wanted to play with it. I imagined showing it to my friends at school. I imagined sticking it down the front of my panties, so I could pretend it was mine. I imagined sticking it inside my coochie like I did with the red crayon...

As I continued jacking Ian off, these thoughts and desires grew more and more intense. They became a mad lust, to the point where I was wishing I had one of Wendy's toolsets with me, so I could take off Ian's weenie right now!

I stopped myself right then and there. "NO!", I thought to myself firmly... Even if I did have one of Wendy's toolsets, I was not going to do to Ian, what was done to me. No matter how badly I wanted it. I let go of Ian's weenie, and sat there still for several moments as these strange new feelings subsided.

"Man that felt really good", Ian said, "and you did it for much longer than you used to when you were a boy."

Ian sat back up, and paused for a few moments.

"Now its your turn.", he said, "So lay down on the bed and let me make you feel good."

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs a little, to give Ian free access to my vulva. I was still tingling down there a little, and was anxious for him to touch me there.

Ian brought his hands up to my groin... And just sat there, doing nothing.

"Well, don't you want to touch it and play with it?", I asked, slightly irritated.

"Yeah, but, HOW?", Ian said, "I don't know how a girl's thing works... And its kind of wet, too. Did you pee?""

I said, "No I didn't pee! Girls get wet down there when you play with their coochies. Just like boy's weenies get big when you play with them. Its the same thing..."

"Oh.", he said, still not doing anything with his hands.

I was getting a little frustrated. I said, "Just run your fingers up and down and around the slit, and then after your fingers get wet, run them slowly up and down and around inside the slit. Oh, and the ridge at the very top feels very good if you touch it, but only very softly. It hurts if you touch it too hard."

Ian was hesitant, but after a few seconds, he started doing just like I told him. I only had to stop him once. After that either he got the hang of it, or I was so horny that anything he did felt good. Pretty soon I was so lost in bliss, that I lost track of what he was doing, and of how much time was passing... It felt so good, so very very good, to have someone else touching me down there. Even better than when I touched myself (and it felt really good when I touched myself!!). Maybe this was because Ian was a boy?

As I again went through massively pleasurable peaks and valleys, I became so glad I had a coochie, so glad that I was a girl now. My penis never, ever, felt this good. Not when I used to play with it, and not when anyone else used to play with it. At one point I found myself making funny noises. Funny, very girlish noises. Kind of like Shane. It scared the hell out of me, because I was thinking I might end up like Shane... But I was in such pleasurable bliss that those worrisome thoughts faded away quickly.

At one point, Ian stopped, and I found myself begging him to please keep going just a little longer. He did. But eventually, he stopped, and wouldn't play with my coochie anymore. I just laid there for several seconds as I came back to my senses.

"Wow man", Ian said, "I ain't never seen anyone act like that before. Your coochie must make you feel way better than a weenie does!"

"Yeah... It does.", I said very breathfully. I was still not quite myself. To be honest, the bliss I had just felt surprised even me. It was incredible. I had never felt anything like that before.

"I wish I had a coochie instead of a weenie", Ian said.

"Really?", I asked.

"Yeah, man.", he said, " if it makes you feel that good, I want try one out... I also kinda like the way you look down there, man. All smooth and everything. I'd love to be all smooth down there like that."

He reached up and ran his finger over my vulva again. A surprisingly intense wave of pleasure hit me and I couldn't help but gasp and close my eyes.

After a few seconds, Ian asked, "Do you have a scissors?"

"Yeah, why?", I asked.

"So you can cut my weenie off and make me a girl like you.", he said.

"It doesn't work that way", I said, "a scissors won't make you a girl. Only Wendy's magic toolset will."

Then Ian put his hand around his penis and said, kind of loudly, "Where are you, Wendy? I got another weenie you can have here! Come and get it, its all yours!"

I became alarmed, "Shhhh! Quiet!!! Our parents are going to hear if you yell like that.", I said.

I quickly started to put my clothes on, in preparation for a knock on the door from my parents. Ian did the same. But that knock never came. After a minute or two, we relaxed, convinced that they weren't coming. I took a couple deep breaths and tried to think of all the things I had to deal with now that I was a girl. I wasn't trying to want to talk Ian out of it. Just wanted to be sure he understood what would happen to him, because I didn't know everything that would happen when it was done to me. Of course, it was all a moot point because we didn't have a toolset, so we couldn't do anything anyway...

I said, "You know you would be stuck as a girl for the rest of your life? You would grow up to be a mommy instead of a daddy. You would have to wear panties too, and someday girl's clothes."

"Oh.", Ian said, "I didn't think of that."

I continued, "And girls have to sit when they pee. Every single time. No more standing up, you always have to use the stalls, even when you go out to eat or you are outside in the woods or something. And you can't write your name in the sand or snow."

"Hey, speaking of pee... I gotta pee!", Ian said, "how about you?"

I did have to go, a little. "Yeah, me too", I said.

"You want to go into the bathroom together? I want to see how you pee.", Ian said.

"OK", I said.

We walked in, locked the bathroom door, and took our pants down again. Then we played another round of the "you first" game. I agreed to go first, sat up on the toilet, and peed... Ian watched me very closely. I imagined this must have been what I looked liked back when I watched Jessica pee several weeks ago.

"So it just comes out and you can't really aim it?", Ian asked.

"Yep", I said, "but its really easy to stop it when you're a girl. It doesn't hurt like when you are a boy." I stopped and started my urine flow a few times just to show him. Then I was done.

"And girls have to always wipe, from front to back, when you are done", I said. Almost the same speech Jessica told me back then.

I got up off the toilet, and got out of the way. Ian stepped up and was about to go...

"Hey... Can I hold your weenie while you pee?", I asked, "I kind of miss that."

"Sure", Ian replied, smiling.

I held Ian's penis as he peed. I moved it around watching the stream dance as I did. Boy, I sure did miss that. But even so, I was still glad I was a girl now instead of a boy.

"So do you still want to be a girl?", I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe.", said Ian.

Soon we were both done in the restroom. I had to take a step away from the toilet, towards the sink, so I would have enough room to bend down and pull my pants up. I kept my back towards Ian as I finished dressing.

All of the sudden I heard Ian say, "Hey check it out, I'm a girl like you!"

I turned around and looked. Ian's groin was totally smooth. No slit or anything, just smooth flesh. Ian had tucked his penis and scrotum back between his thighs, and was holding his legs together tightly to maintain the illusion. He looked down at himself, then at me, then back at himself again, and laughed a little.

"Abracadabra!", Ian said as he opened his legs, "and now I'm a boy again." Of course his penis and scrotum went right back into place.

Ian put his clothes back on. We went into the living room to watch some more TV. A couple costumes were advertised on a commercial.

"So, did you pick out a costume for Halloween yet?", Ian asked.

"No, I looked at a couple but couldn't find one I liked", I said, "How about you?"

"There's this really cool Army Man one I am going to get", he said, "with a helmet and a toy gun and camouflage shirt and pants".

"Sounds cool", I said.

"You should dress as a girl for Halloween", Ian said.

"Why?", I asked.

"Maybe because you ARE one!", Ian laughed.

After a few moments of silence, Ian spoke again, "Think about it. You could see what it is like to dress as a girl. If anyone makes fun of you, you can say it is just a costume."

"Maybe.", I replied, "but I don't know if I want to do that."

"I would if I was you", said Ian, "just to try it out."

"Why don't YOU dress as a girl for Halloween?", I asked.

"You know... That might be kind of fun!!", Ian smiled, "but I already decided to be an Army man."

Just then our parents came in and told us it was time to go to bed. Ian and his mom spent the night, it was kind of late for them to make the long drive home.

CHAPTER 50: Ian's persuasion...

In the morning Ian and I went out to ride bikes. Everything was OK until Ian ran over a stick that was a little too big, and went flying forward off the seat and into the handlebars. Fortunately we were riding at a slow speed. It didn't seem like it should have even been a problem... But Ian stopped immediately and sort fell off his bike, hands between his legs. He just lay there, trying his best not to cry, making noises showing that he was obviously in a lot of pain... For a split second I couldn't figure out what happened, why Ian was down. But then an instant later, it came to me...

Balls.

I had been a girl for so long now that I didn't even think about balls anymore. But as soon as I realized what happened, memories of the two times I got hit in the balls came to my mind. Once by a book that some kid threw. Another time by an errant baseball. Both hurt like hell. Even though these memories were from when I used to be a boy, in thinking about them I could still almost feel the unbelievably intense pain. I knew exactly Ian was going through, and wished there was something I could do to ease it. I walked over and sat next to him.

"I wish there was something I could do to help", I said.

After several seconds, Ian managed to get out, "Does it hurt you when you get hit down there?"

"No...", I said, "Well it does hurt just a little, but nothing like it used to when I was a boy."

"Owwww.... I wish I was girl..", he moaned, "Ohhhhh.... I wish I was a girl like you..."

After some time, he slowly got up, hands still between his legs.

"Balls suck", he said, "I hate having balls."

I totally agreed with him. I nodded a "yes".

After a few more moments, I asked, "Are you OK now? Ready to go riding again?"

"They still ache", Ian said, "but its not so bad now. I think so, lets go!"

Ian got on his bike, sat down for just a split-second, then jumped up again. "Ooooooh!", Ian said, "This sucks. I wish I didn't have any balls. You're so lucky!".

Ian got off his bike and sat back down again. I sat next to him.

"Its OK we can sit here a little longer", I said.

Ian got kind of mad and started ranting, "This sucks. I never want to get hurt like this again, ever. I wish Wendy would turn me into a girl like you. I don't care if I get stuck being a girl forever. I don't care if my weenie will be gone. I don't care about not being able to pee standing up anymore. I don't care if I have to wear panties and girl's clothes all the time. I want a smoothie down there so I can't get hurt anymore."

"Its a coochie", I kind of laughed, "not a smoothie."

"OK, coochie, then.", Ian said.

"So its not just a 'maybe' anymore?", I asked.

Ian nodded a 'yes' and said, "If Wendy was here with us, I'd pull down my pants and right now and let her cut my weenie off. Right here in the middle of the street. She can have it. I don't care anymore. I'm done being a boy. Being a boy sucks, I want to be a girl like you."

After a little while longer, Ian recovered. We rode around some more, played at a park, then later we got back to the house. I wondered if Ian still felt the same way now that the pain had probably cleared up. We were in the garage, putting away the bikes.

I looked around to make sure no one else was with us, then I asked him, "So, do you still wish you were a girl?"

"Yes, one hundred percent.", Ian said.

We went back in the house, and up to my bedroom.

"Hey", Ian asked, "Can try on a pair of your panties?"

I almost laughed. "They aren't going to fit a boy right. It will be all tight in the front, it might even hurt."

"So what. I want to try them out, to see what it is like.", Ian said.

"OK, sure", I said, as I went into my dresser drawer and got him a pair.

Ian wasted no time undressing and trying to put the panties on, "Oh... Man.... These things are WAY too tight!", he exclaimed.

"I told you they wouldn't fit on a boy", I said.

"Oh Yeah? Take a look!", Ian said triumphantly.

I turned to look and, lo and behold, he was wearing them. They were tight-as-hell, and his very-smashed penis and scrotum stuck out in the front like food wrapped in foil. But he had them on. I couldn't believe he had actually done it.

"Well what do you think? Do I look like a girl?", Ian said with a bit of a laugh, looking at himself in my giant mirror.

"Well maybe a little. But your weenie kind of ruins it!", I said with a laugh.

Ian started to put on his pants.

"Wait... I didn't say you could keep them!", I said.

"I'm not going to keep them. Just want to put my pants on and try walking around a bit.", Ian said, "it feels kind of good with everything all smashed tight like this."

As Ian bent over to pull up his pants, one of his balls came out from under the tight panties.

"Uhhh! That kinda hurt.", Ian grunted as he fiddled around trying to get his ball and scrotum back under the not-wide-enough fabric, "darn balls."

"You better take those things off before you hurt yourself again", I said.

"Yeah maybe you are right", Ian said, as he took off the panties, put his underwear back on, and the rest of his clothes.

Then all of the sudden, without warning, Ian quickly picked up a toy truck and threw it hard at me. It hit me in the groin, right square in the coochie... It really smarted, left quite a sting.

"Ahhhh.... Why did you do that?", I angrily yelled, rubbing myself to try to ease the pain. I was just about ready to run over and punch him one...

"Sorry. I just wanted to see if it really didn't hurt you when you got hit there.", Ian said.

"Well it does hurt, you jerk!", I said, still rubbing myself, "I never said it didn't hurt!!! I just said it didn't hurt as bad as balls do!".

"Sorry, sorry. I thought you were lying and I had to find out. Now I know it's true.", Ian said.

The pain was already starting to ease. But I was still mad at him.

"I'm sorry. I really am.", Ian said.

I just glared at him.

Ian said, "You can..."

He paused for a few seconds.

"You can kick me in the balls if you want.", Ian said as he spread his legs.

"I'm not going to kick your balls, Ian.", I said, "just don't ever throw something at me like that again."

It wasn't too long before I forgave him. We played around for an hour or two, then it was time for my cousin to leave. We both went in the bathroom again before he left. He watched me pee, and I held his penis while he peed, just like before. A few minutes after that, Ian and his mom left to go home.

After holding it a few times, I couldn't stop thinking about Ian's penis. I was kind of wishing I could be a boy again, even if only for a day. Just to see what it was like to have a penis, because I was very much starting to forget. I was thinking about maybe putting that red crayon in between my legs again...

I went into my bedroom, took off all my clothes, sat on my bed, and thought about it a little more. I closed my eyes and imagined having a penis between my legs like I used to... Like Ian did. But the more I thought of actually having a penis down there, the more it seemed so strange and foreign. Unnatural. Wrong. It just wasn't me anymore. I opened my eyes and looked at my naked body, especially between my legs. I stared at my girl-slit for several seconds...

Yes.

YES.

That was good. Normal. The way it should be, the way I was supposed to be. I was glad I was smooth, that I didn't have a penis sticking out down there anymore. Things had never felt so "right" before... Ever since the first time I saw a girl naked, and saw how smooth she was down there, and how much nicer her smoothness looked, from that time on I wanted to be like she was down there. And now I was! I had a coochie, just like I always wanted.

I recalled the times, even before I had saw a girl naked, that I had thought about wearing girls clothes, or being a girl for a day... Yes, Everything was correct now, I was as I always wanted to be. I was very happy that I was a girl now.

After a few minutes, I put my clothes back on and went downstairs. Both my mom and dad were sitting on the couch, and they wanted to talk to me. It turned into an uncomfortable conversation about the pictures. I told them about what happened on that vacation, about the nude beach and stuff. My parents weren't too happy about the whole thing and couldn't believe that I ran off got naked like that, even after I tried to explain to them that it was Anna's fault. They kept asking me if I knew who the photographer was. I didn't... After several agonizing minutes, the conversation finally ended. I was glad that the magazine only included three or four photos of Anna and I standing naked together. It didn't include the pictures of us peeing, or the close-ups of our coochies... That would have only made it worse!

CHAPTER 51: The Week before Halloween

Monday morning at school, Erin was again dressed as a girl. She was wearing knee-length white dress with little pink flowers on it, pink leggings underneath it, and the same shoes with the rabbit decal. She looked even more girlish than she did on Friday. It surprised me just a little tiny bit. I guess I was expecting her to give it up, and come back as Aaron again after the weekend or something. But Erin was obviously committed to being a girl. What she had worn on Friday could almost still be a boy if you really stretched it. What she wore today was completely and totally girl, no other way to put it.

All during that week, Erin and sometimes Chris, kept trying to "convert" the others, to get them to dress like girls too. Erin kept saying things like, "We are all girls. If you don't believe that, all you have to do is pull down our pants and take a look. If you still don't think you are a girl, pull down a girl's pants and take a look, and see you are just like them." Sometimes this would be followed by things like, "So, why are we dressing as boys? We are girls. Why try to fight it? How long are all you GIRLS going to pretend that you are still boys?"

One day, while I was listening to Erin's speech and not paying attention, I suddenly got pushed hard by Judy. Her and Shelly had snuck up on me.

"Hey girl, where's your dress?", asked Judy mockingly.

"Yeah, where's your dress?", Shelly chimed in.

I was kind of mad about being pushed, and decided I had finally had enough of Judy. I pushed her back, with all my might, and almost knocked her over. She had to take several steps to prevent a fall.

"Boy's aren't supposed to hit girls!", Shelly shouted.

"I'm not a boy, remember?", I said. Ahh, poetic justice, sweet irony.

Judy was none to pleased about being pushed, and had recovered from her near-fall. She was very angry, and had me in her sights as she walked back to where Shelly and I were standing. I was ready for a fight, when all of the sudden, something completely un-expected happened... Standing behind me were Peter, John, Mike, and Erin, all four ready to fight along side me. A chase ensued. We ran after Judy and Shelly until the Yard Duties broke us up. I was a little upset because I was really hoping to see Judy get some much-deserved justice.

That evening, I finally chose my costume. I took my cousin's advice, and went with something obviously girlish: A blue "Cinderella Dress" costume. Complete with puffy shoulders, and gloves. I figured what better way to sort of "test the waters" and see if I could actually dress as a girl in public. If something bad happened, I could always just claim it was a Halloween costume. If I liked it, well, maybe, just maybe, I would start dressing that way permanently like Chris and Erin had already done.

After I choose this costume, I didn't think about it much until the evening of Halloween, only an hour or so before I would dress up and go out trick-or-treating... I started having some serious second thoughts. Did I really, really want to do this? It was kind of like going past the point of no return. If I really followed through with it, no one at school would ever look at me the same again. Even if I decided not to continue wearing girl-clothes, they would all still think of me as a girl...

...Oh who was I trying to kid? I even thought of me as a girl now!!

I continued to wrestle with this in my thoughts. I thought about all the jeers from the girls after school the other day. They did have a point, if I was a girl I should start dressing like one. I had already been wearing panties for a few weeks, which was obviously girlish. Why not take the next step? "I am a girl, I might as well start dressing like one", I whispered.

Yes, I was going to wear that costume. Yes, I was going to go out in public, dressed as a girl, because I was a girl...

My mom told me there was a party at Shelly's house later that evening, and was kind of pushing me to go to it. She told me that most of your class is going to be there. I decided I would go to this party, but I wanted to do some trick-or-treating here first. My mom said that was OK, but told me to only go to a few neighbor's houses, then come back.

Moments after I left the house, I heard a girl behind me say, "Good evening, coochie boy! Love the costume!". That voice sounded so familiar. I couldn't place it at first. I immediately spun around to see who it was.

I saw a girl my age dressed like a witch. Black garb, a pointed hat, green face-paint, and a mask over the eyes with a few glow-in-the-dark symbols on it, maybe hieroglyphics or runes. Even behind the mask and green makeup, she looked so familiar... But I just couldn't place it.

Then all of the sudden it came to me. Wendy... That was WENDY! SHE CAME BACK!!! I immediately stepped up and hugged her, like a long-lost best friend I hadn't seen in years. She returned the hug and brought her face really close to mine. I thought for sure she was going to kiss me and it gave me a strange feeling, like butterflies in the stomach... But she stopped before she got that close, and we broke our embrace.

"There's a party at Shelly's house and I would really like you to go there with me. Will you?", Wendy asked.

"Yes", I answered.

Wendy looked around, then lowered her voice a little and said, "Oh, and I have a very, very special present for you. Something you have to keep a secret, and never, ever, tell anyone, anyone at all... Not even your parents. Not even my old friends at school. No one."

She then took an oblong cardboard box out of her trick-or-treat bag. It was a standard cardboard box, which she opened. Inside was her Magic Toolset. Another cardboard box contained a small black box a little larger than an electric pencil sharpener. She closed the boxes and put them into my trick-or-treat bag.

"Take these up to your bedroom, right now, and hide them under your bed. Or in your closet. Or someplace where your mom and dad won't find them. Keep them inside the box. And don't tell anyone about them.", she said.

I was dumbfounded. Awestruck. Another deer in the headlights moment I barely managed to ask her about the black box, because I had no idea what it was. She said it was a "processor".

"I'm just giving these to you for safe keeping, and I will want them back someday... If you really, really want to, you can use the toolset on someone! A copy of your weenie is in there, and a few others. You can trade weenies with boys all you want. Thats fun!! But you should never turn any boys into girls because that will get you into trouble.", Wendy said.

I was still totally shell-shocked. "Wow, thanks!" was all I could say.

"Well, hurry up, you coochie boy!! Get going!", she said, giving me a little push, "There's a party to go to!"

I ran back into my house, with the boxes hidden in my Trick or Treat bag.

As I ran past my mom, she said, "You'd better hurry up! We need to get over to Shelly's house soon, or they are going to start that party without you!"

"I just forgot one little thing", I said, "I'll be right back".

I ran in to my bedroom and put the boxes under my bed like Wendy said. Then back out the front door to meet her.

I could hardly believe it. I had a Toolset now!!! My own Magic Toolset... Many thoughts filled my mind about what I might do with it...

(part 11 coming in a few weeks)